I clasped my sleeves protectively.
"No." I said, and he just looked at me.
"Please, Natalie. Please show me I'm crazy." I inhaled a deep breath and stuck my arm out, and I felt him start to shake as he rolled up my sleeve. "Why? Why did you... why would you want to..." His voice cracked as he spoke, and I realised just how much this had hurt him. "Promise me something..." I looked at him, the silence in the room almost deafening. "If you ever feel the need to do this again... come find me. I don't care where I am. You can't do this again." I nodded, and he was silent for a while before he spoke again. "Because... as much as you probably hate it, I'm all you've got. That's it. And, you're all I have. And I want to keep you. Okay?" I nodded again, and suddenly hugged him tight. His entire body stiffened, and then he relaxed and hugged me back. He put the TV on, and text someone but I couldn't see who. "I've text Tré and Mike. They're gonna come cheer you up." He said, and I nodded.
"Okay," I said, and after about 10 minuets, Mike walked in.
"I'm gonna say this first, I'm sorry." Mike said, I looked at Billie, and he looked just as confused as I felt.
"Huh?" Billie asked, as Tré walked in, wearing a tutu, glasses, and a scarf. I kid you not. Billie and I burst out laughing, and Tré wound scarves around us as we laughed, throwing one to Mike who put it on, but didn't look happy about it at all. Billie plugged his phone into the dock and started playing random music, and we all started dancing. Billie and Mike started a ridiclous ball room dance, and Tré picked me up and danced around with me on his shoulders.
If this is my new life, it's gonna be fun.
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My Life With Billie Joe Armstrong
FanfictionNatalie's dad died a few years ago, and of course her mother started dating. She just wasn't expecting her to bring home Billie Joe Armstrong, the lead singer of Green Day.
